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Saturday, 8 March 2025

Mercenary Nick - Part 1

 Day 1
 
At first, everything went exactly to plan. I travelled to the capital on a normal commercial flight and booked into my hotel without any trouble. Our contacts had arranged a room that overlooked the head-quarters of The Organisation, which I had been sent to penetrate and destroy. 
 
I freshened up with a shower and changed into my combat pants, ready for action that evening, then I took up position at the window and observed the comings and goings. My plan was to wait until midnight and then enter through a service door at the rear, which it had been arranged would be left unlocked for me. 
 
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Night had begun to fall, and the office staff were leaving, but the real work of the Organisation would continue after the exodus, in the so-called 'Orange Rooms' where they would be interrogating suspects, out of sight. Many of our men had gone through those doors and never been seen again. I was about to risk joining them. A cold shiver ran up my spine, but I quickly dismissed the negative thought.

I rang Room Service for a snack and while I waited and diverted myself by wondering if it would be brought by a handsome waiter in a cute, tight-fitting outfit. There was time for a little relief before I commenced my mission. Or so I thought. But when I answered the knock on the door, I found four, ugly goons waiting outside. They barged in, seized me and took me down with professional ease. I felt the sharp stab of a needle in my neck and within seconds lost consciousness.

 

Day 2

 

2

When I woke, I was stretched out on a bare table with my wrists handcuffed above my head and my feet shackled together. Above me, an orange light burned. My stomach immediately churned with fear as I realised where I was. Beside me, an interrogator was already waiting, stroking my body appreciatively, like a trainer examining a fine stallion or a butcher selecting his meat. 
His touch was ice-cold and I shuddered. 
 
 
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Seeing that I was awake, he introduced himself with the strange, polite formality that still persists in that part of the world. He explained that he was searching my body for hidden electronic devices, adding that anything he found embedded beneath my skin would be prised out with his favourite tool - a commonplace screwdriver. He showed it to me, wondering if I might like to direct him to the hiding places and so avoid unnecessary pain.
 
 
4

I had no hidden devices, I was totally alone. But he would expect me to say that, so I stayed silent and tried to prepare myself for indiscriminate butchery. He laughed as if reading my fear and swapped the screwdriver for a brush-like scanner device. It would detect and disrupt any electronics, he said, but as it passed scratchily over my body I was subjected to burning stabs of electricity that seemed to pepper my flesh like shotgun pellets. I'm ashamed to say that I cried out in pain and surprise. 
That seemed to please him.
 
 
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Then suddenly he stopped and said, “Ah, what have we here?” 
“Nothing!” I gasped through the pain, as he crushed my seared pectoral with his tools. 

He looked at me and nodded, registering my first moment of weakness. Then he proceeded to probe the area with his tools for several minutes, in search of subcutaneous gadgetry that didn't exist. I squirmed in agony, anticipating the crude rupture of my flesh. But he was just playing games with me, eventually he laughed, then put down his tools and left, saying that he would send someone else to examine my inner cavities. 
 
 ~ 

 I can hardly bear to describe what followed. After a long wait stretched out, shivering on the table, a man dressed like a Doctor came to me. He put his hand and various instruments into my mouth to search inside. Then he pulled down my pants and repeated the process between my legs. I could feel him inside me. My ears and eyes and even my penis were probed by his instruments. His searches were both thorough and lengthy, but there was nothing for him to find. Eventually, he left.
 
After he'd gone, it wasn't long before the guards took the opportunity to assess their new prisoner and gloat. Multiple invasive humiliations followed, peppered with slaps and punches, long into the night. I had sampled many such things during my training, but now discovered that even the most determined of my instructors had not to managed to simulate the profound depths of sleazy, violent lust unleashed on me that night. When they finally tired of abusing my unresisting body, they abandoned me to exhaustion. But there was little chance of sleep for me, tightly restrained on the hard table. 
Just the dismal knowledge that I was quite, quite alone.


Day 3
 
 
6

Early the next morning, I was released from the table and taken to another cell, where I was strung up by my wrists. There the guards soused my body with water, cleaning away the residue of their abuse.
A short time later, my original interrogator returned. 
 
He made his intentions clear by knocking me off my feet with a hard punch in the solar plexus before even a word had been spoken. The blow caught me by surprise and I collapsed in great pain. But as I tried to get back on my feet, fearing he would start kicking me, he grabbed my hair and held me down, ridiculing my attempts to stay strong.
 
He said he expected me to stay loyal to my unit, but assured me that eventually I would break and talk. His arrogance re-kindled my resistance, as he knew it would. He told me the higher I rode, the further I would fall - for fall I most certainly would.
 
 
7

The guards hauled me back to my feet using the wrist chains, so I was virtually hanging, standing on tip toe, fully stretched. The interrogator taunted me once again, introducing my torturer, black-clad and armed with a whip. I contemplated spitting in their faces, then thought better of it, only to chide myself for my cowardice. 
 
When the first lash of the whip landed squarely on my back, it was almost a relief. I had been trained for this and knew how to endure it. But my training also told me, from the first blow, that my torturer was using a heavily weighted one. The sheer force of its impact jolted my body. I would have been knocked down if not for the restraints digging into my wrists. I sensed he was an expert with his weapon too, and he proceeded to prove it as he whipped my helpless body with a slow, measured pace. He spaced each blow, allowing none of the searing, penetrating pain to be submerged by over-enthusiastic overlays. Despite my agonised bucking and twisting, he made not a single miss-hit. 
 
Eventually the interrogator, who had been watching my performance closely, signalled the torturer to stop. He asked if I was ready to talk, but it was a formality, we both knew that. There was a long way to go. He simply nodded at my silence and left me hanging to contemplate the raging pain of my ravaged back. I watched the whip man cleaning his weapon as best he could, feeding its suppleness with oil, so it was ready to embrace another body, probably mine again. He looked at me occasionally as he worked, showing neither emotion nor pity. I imagined he was measuring me against all the other men who had danced under his fiery kiss. 
 
Eventually, he carefully wound his whip up and packed it into its bag. He left me, hanging alone in the darkened cell and there I stayed until nightfall was announced by the return of my lecherous guards who silently pawed my weary body and bathed my wounds with their rasping tongues. 

Saturday, 22 February 2025

Homoeros - Recent Work (2025) - 2


  
1
 
This story, simply called 'Farm Boys', opens in a sunny field filled with gay flowers. Two Farm Boys are examining a scarecrow. Well, one of them is, I've called him Seth. The other, Tim, is keeping his distance. The scarecrow has an outer wrapping of well-worn sacking, it looks as if it's been around for a long, long time and it's very spooky. Horror movie fans will recognise the meme with relish. The pumpkins lying around on the floor confirm the worst, this has got to be Halloween. 
 
The presence of summer flowers in Autumn might be considered another spooky element. It's probably artistic licence, designed to give that initial impression of beauty, peace and well-being.


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Despite his amazing muscles, Tim is unnerved by the scarecrow and wants to get away. Seth laughs and puts a reassuring, affectionate arm round his shoulder. The two friends walk off, unaware that behind them, the scarecrow seems to have reacted to them in a disturbing way.




3

The Farm Boys hold hands as they depart, clearly they are more than just friends. 
The scarecrow seems to be watching them. 
We see now that it isn't secured to the support.
 

4

That evening, a mysterious mist descends on the farm. 
As Seth walks home, he is unaware of strange creatures emerging from it behind him.
In the distance, the scarecrow's cross is now vacant.

 

5

Seth is attacked by the creatures, overwhelmed and stripped naked*.
As they carry him off, a storm breaks. Brilliant lightning sears the sky, 
Torrential rain pelts Seth's naked body.

*more images at DeviantArt (link below)

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With the storm raging, the creatures carry Seth across the sodden field
Ahead, two scarecrow crosses are planted amongst the pumpkins.
One of them is already occupied, a naked man hangs from the cross piece. 
He's tied by his wrists and ankles.


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Seth is dragged the last few yards to the crosses, where the 3rd creature awaits.
He looks up at the last minute and sees the unconscious, hooded figure already hanging there.

 
8

Seth is hung on the cross next to Tim.
The rain continues to pelts down on them, cascading down their naked bodies.
Lightning flashes illuminate their glossy, neutralised muscles.
 
You can fill in the gaps in this tale by starting to read at Deviant Art 
 
This tale is a splendid, gothic variation on Homoeros' favourite theme of crucifixion. 
A bloodless one, which pleases me. The horror iconography is a bit random, but the scarecrow role reversal is very effective, and the outcome is still disturbingly sexy. It does seem, as if Seth and Tim are being punished for being gay, the same might also be said of the story of hitchhiker Leo in Part 1. But equally, it may simply be that these malevolent creatures hate lovers and happy people.

See the foot of this post for other scarecrows 
and ominous farm settings at mitchmen.
 
 
9 Medieval 43

The artist's interest in depicting homophobic situations is even more explicit in this series, which is simply titled 'Medieval'. A nobleman's son has been caught in 'flagrante delicto' with a wandering Player (i.e. an entertainer). No guessing who's going to be blamed for this fall from grace! A dripping dick is the smoking gun. 
 
The Player is abused then dragged before a priest - to confess and reform, I guess. This is a great image with good composition and convincing figure interactions. The Renaissance style colouring and warm lighting in the style of Caravaggio is a very clever embellishment.
 
 
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The Priest proves to better at exploitation than rectification, but I suppose someone has to have a pop at the handsome offender before he is despatched to his fate. He also hangs around afterwards to legitimise the sadistic proceedings that follow. The Player is spread X-fashion across a timber frame and the whips are brought out.
 
 
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The executioner lays the whip on with ferocious energy. I can't say I enjoy the sight of blood, especially after having read about the consequences of harsh floggings in Clavering's 'Under The Lash', but this is an intensely dramatic image, made more so by the crazy angling. 
 
The executioner's arched torso expresses a determination to inflict the maximum pain. The stiffness of the victim's physique reflects his efforts to manage and contain it. The naked man's anatomy is more compact and realistic than in older work by this artist.


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Once the tormentors have completed the designated flogging and discharged their own interest, the victim is taken down. He's set on the floor, with a timber block under his shoulders, and they proceed to nail his arms to it. I've selected this single image to represent that process (depicted at length by Homoeros), because it illustrates the victim's horror and helplessness as he grasps what they intend to do to him. The torturers continue to show their keenness to do the job well, sitting astride him, not shying away from intimate contact with the condemned man. 


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When the grisly attachment process is complete, the block is lifted into brackets high up on a wall frame especially built to hold it. This elaborate arrangement suggests crucifixion is a regular occurrence in this particular dungeon, but it seems the perpetrators never tire of watching their victim's suffering and descent into oblivion. Unlike Leo the rambler in Part 1 of this post, there's no-one to rescue the young Player.

Fill in the picture gaps at Deviant Art starting from Medieval 01
 
~
 
There are a number of other examples of spooky scarecrows 
and ominous farm settings at mitchmen:-
 
EdDraws (sinister happenings in a corn field)
Amalaric (scarecrow punishment in Cruel Justice)
Jotto (scarecrow conversion)
RomanAI (sinister corn fields)
Palanca (corn fields and corns)
 
click on the labels at the foot of the post for other related articles
 
~
 
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Here, it looks like the Player from 'Medieval' has got himself into more trouble.
The naked man, drunk and disorderly, is arrested and handcuffed in a modern city centre.
I suppose reincarnation might well perpetuate the terrible traumas of a previous existence.
This detention may not be without bodily consequences either, invasive maybe, but not fatal.  
The moment when a man submits to capture never fails to stir me.
 

   
15
 
This appears to be a very different situation where two men have emerged from an underground tunnel to discover the opening is sealed by bars. You can feel their frustration and disappointment. This may be an escape attempt that has come to naught. Maybe they didn't even suspect they had been imprisoned, but were just exploring. Now the terrible truth unfolds. 
There's an echo of Gilgamesh in the idea of a labyrinthine prison.
 
 
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This man certainly knows he is a captive, because he's in a bare stone cellar with his hands tied.
He must have tried to escape, but thwarted now, he kneels submissively to await his fate.
The simplicity of the image gives a sense of his helplessness and abandonment.
 

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This captive is tied to an easel-like frame, as if by a man who sees himself as an artist.
A man who sees his captive as worthy of display, a canvass for his artistic talents.
However, it's a frame of tremendous size and strength, built to withstand great forces.
Neither of these ingredients bode well for the young captive.
His muscularity pleases the eye, but will be sorely tested in the coming days, sorely.


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The final image in this selection is another simple but powerful idea.
A naked man has been brought to his knees by another, skimpily dressed in gladiatorial accessories.
He's not restrained, nor trapped in a cell, but bought low in a vast open, deserted arena.
With his back turned, defenceless, to his antagonist, his bowed head signals total submission.  
 
The telltale clues to this sorry state can be seen in the area below his left armpit:-
Flecks of blood and a glimpsed loop of a whip.
His strong jaw and masculine stubble underline the depths of his subjugation.
Dejection, humiliated. A great little image.
 
~
 
 
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Sunday, 16 February 2025

Homoeros - Recent Work (2025) - 1

1
 
Regulars will know that I have a somewhat unhealthy obsession with shorts, so it didn't take much effort to fall for this hunky hiker, who seems to be wearing a pair made of leather, somewhat in the style of lederhosen. His wanderings have been interrupted by an unpleasant-looking character with a gun. 
He seems to think this is his territory. Freedom to roam? Bah! Humbug! 
 
This story is called 'Hill-Billy Elegy', which sort of prepares you for unprovoked nastiness. The young rambler is called Leo. It's a hot day, but it probably wasn't a good idea to make such a show of his amazing physique.


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Hillbilly number 1 is joined by another who looks an even more ugly character with an unhealthy lifestyle that probably hasn't done his brain much good. Leo is forced to kneel at gunpoint, presenting a delicious, submissive rear view to us. It might have caused him even more trouble if those emaciated rednecks were to catch sight of it. Luckily, they only want to grope him and make him strip naked. They take him to their camp, leaving his clothes and rucksack behind.


3
 
Surprisingly, and disappointingly for us, their leader turns out to be an unkempt woman. I suppose the fact that there is a leader, and it's not just a bunch of violent thugs, might give Leo cause to hope. Especially as she is quite taken with him, a considerable improvement on her usual entourage. Unfortunately, she also sees Leo's good looks and impressive physique as a challenge.
 

4

Leo is forced to fight her and suffers some humiliating treatment.
Great buns Leo!
 
 
5

It's a painful experience for Leo. 
His dick is symbolically ground into the dirt, much to the delight of the gang, looking on.
 
 
6

But Leo refuses to be a pushover, his muscles show their worth.
His dick also shows commendable resilience in the circumstances.
 
 
7

Unsurprisingly, this doesn't go down very well. It's a contest he cannot win.
The woman responds to his lively dick by rubbing it with her fanny.
Leo defiantly rejects her.
 
 
8

His fate is sealed anyway, they tie him to a whipping post.
You can see the gory results at Deviant Art (link below).
The woman gets sexual revenge too, in the only way she can,
(there's a clue in the image below)
 
 
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When the lash of the whip and sexual humiliation is finally ended,
Leo is taken away to a shed. He soon realises that this is not the end of his torment.
You can probably guess from this picture where it is all heading.
A traditional Homoeros fate awaits him.
 
 
10
 
A Sheriff finds him traumatised but still alive.
Someone reported Leo missing, and his abandoned possessions were found on the trail. 
Great story.

I have omitted most of the imagery relating to Leo's torment, which is very explicit.
You can see much of it at 'Homoeros - Hill-Billy Elegy' at Deviant Art,
(plus more if you subscribe).
 
 ~
 
Some more interesting Homoeros titbits........
 
 
11

A young slave, kept naked in chains by his master, looks up,
 wondering what is going to happen to him next.

 
12
 
The young men of Homoeros, like Leo the Hiker in the story above, often have a slightly unreal, fragile attractiveness. Some of that is due to the blond hair and blue eyes. This young man by comparison looks startlingly real and startlingly cute as well. It would be a cold master indeed who could not feel some sort of emotion towards him.  

As is often the case, the artist has only given him a number - 941.
The fate of prisoner 941 is reserved for subscribers.
 
 

13

This image shows yet another young man who has been crucified in the middle of a vast yard. This is a regular situation in the world of Homoeros, but his free pages don't always reveal his inner thoughts about what is happening here. 
 
A man in military attire stands before the helpless victim and seems to be remonstrating with him. His arms wide pose, mirroring the victim's plight, seems full of psychological significance. Earlier pictures suggest the victim had a role as a groom and a cosy relationship was developing with this superior officer.  So this could be a distraught lover sharing his sorrow - or prolonging the anger of their break-up. It could be a friend lamenting his foolishness. A Commanding Officer justifying his hard decision. A regimental bully mocking his misfortune. Whatever the case, the inclusion of this second character makes the image so much more interesting than the isolated victim dying alone.
 
 
14

Here, Homoeros imitates the famous homoerotic images of "Fred with Tires", substituting a typical character of his own as the model. The mechanic in his overalls is a much-loved male sex object. It's traditionally been a strictly masculine job, and the mystery of what might lie hidden beneath the shapeless, workman's overalls is tantalising. As a second layer, the glimpses revealed if partly open are emphasised, somewhat like the cowboy's chaps. 
 
Homoeros has chosen a zip fastening for his Fred's overalls. It's much more convenient than buttons for revealing glimpses, but it can have a mind of its own once released. If your hands are occupied with carrying heavy tyres, it's a dilemma whether to put them down to stop it or hope for the best. We can see almost down to his mechanic's cock, and more revelations below the hip seem imminent. His face is a picture of indecision, but have to content ourselves with the amorphous bulge in his crumpled overalls.
 
 
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These images acknowledge the muscularity needed to heft these heavy tyres.
Shiny perspiration and the dropped top tell us just how hot he is (as if!). 
 
Homoeros skates round the inconvenient reality
 of where all the material in the top half ends up, when it's dropped.
 

16

The same zip still seems to be causing problems in this, outside of work, situation.
We don't know if the lowered garment was already in this position when authority intervened. 
Men do all sorts of things in quiet back alleys, and 'Fred' looks as if he's been caught out. 
 
His hands are placed submissively behind his back, but they don't seem to have been cuffed yet. Modesty might have been a more appropriate response to the challenge.
Unless, he's been ordered to stand this way, that is.....
 
The cop's muscularity and relaxed pose is nicely captured,
but his jeans suggest he's not a cop at all.


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Whatever 'Fred' was up to in the alleyway, he probably didn't anticipate this outcome.
It doesn't look like a regular Police Station, however, and Fred still doesn't look restrained. 
That suggests he's been intimidated or blackmailed into trying the horse out.
His current state might be described as 'dismayed'.
 
This horse doesn't have a particularly sharp 'wedge', but I'm not sure that it makes much difference after the first five minutes astride it. Having the legs raised at the back makes for a more precarious balance and shifts the discomfort forward, but probably doesn't add much to it. 
(in legs down mode, weights are sometimes attached to amplify the effect).
 
For more wedges at mitchmen, click on the 'Riding The Wedge' label below this post.
 
~
 

Monday, 10 February 2025

The Lost Patrol

 
01

 A group of dejected, captured soldiers are being led through the jungle.
Their hands are tied behind their backs. Their shirts and boots have been taken from them.
 
 
02

As they march, their captor beats them on the shoulders with a riding crop.  
 
 
03

Deeper and deeper into the forest they trek, urged on by their masked escort's blows.
 

04

Their army comrades and the life they knew are left further and further behind.
 
 
05

Eventually, the cruel guard stops for a rest.
The exhausted men sink down onto the ground.
 
 
06

But there's no respite from punishment for the captives. 
The soldier who asked for the rest receives special attention for his insolence,
 and for lagging behind at the end of the file, as they marched.
 
 
07

His burly comrade protests and is given the same treatment.
The other two lie on the ground, hands tied, looking on helplessly.
 

  
08

The guard takes them through the gate, into a farm building which seems to be abandoned.
Inside, he strings them up and begins to brutally interrogate them. 
 
 
09

After many hours questioning and punishment, they are let down.
Hog-tied on the floor, sleep finally brings a merciful respite to the exhausted men. 
 
 
10

But all too soon it's daybreak again.
The sound of suffering wakes them from bad dreams. 
 

 
11

The captives are taken outside and forced to kneel submissively.
They are not alone, other captives can be heard grunting and protesting.
 

12

'The Complainer' is taken away, tied to a yoke, that exposes his back.
His captors lead him past an elegant, swimming pool.
This isn't an old, abandoned farm, but a rich man's villa. 


13

His comrades hear the sound of the whip, but cannot intervene to help him. 
Their feet are tied together so they cannot rise off their knees.
After an hour of kneeling in bondage, their own bodies begin to suffer.
 
 
 
14

Complaining to their captors only hastens their first acquaintance with the flogger.
They are still unaware that they have become a rich man's playthings.
 
 
15

In the days that follow, punishment becomes a familiar routine.
Their captors now seem more interested in tormenting, rather than questioning them.
That and inventing new ways to tie them up. 
 

16

The restraints change, but the pain remains the same.
 
 
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The men get brief periods of rest when others are selected for maltreatment.
But there's a steady stream of fresh tormentors arriving every day.
They never seem to tire of their sport.
 
 
 
18

Seeing other members of their unit, who have also been brought to this terrible place,
makes the men increasingly despair of ever being rescued.  
 

19

Those who manage to escape are brought back in chains.
Only hastily grabbed sleep allows them any relief from the ordeal
 
 

20
 
But all too soon, there's someone else who wants them.
 
 

21

In the midst of endless, frenzied activity.
The men learn the true meaning of loneliness.
 
 ~
 
These splendid images of military bondage have been sent to me by a group of Mexican bodybuilders who are exploring the making of videos with themes of captivity and punishment, rather like the storyettes of Royale Studio in the 50s. They say "we all are straight men but willing to offer attractive scenes to a gay audience". I should add that the grim story line I have used for this montage is mine not theirs. 
 
You can view a trailer at Mission in Jeopardy
More about the group's founder on Instagram @velamusclebuilding